Vibrational Energy Offering......

“There is some kind of a sweet innocence in being human- in not having to be just happy or just sad- in the nature of being able to be both broken and whole, at the same time.” 
― C. Joy Bell

Off-color daughter was in the emergency room this weekend.  She seems to be passing a kidney stone that we've known she has. 

I feel helpless when my children hurt.  I want to band-aid their scrape or wound.  I want to immediately apply a healing balm so that they are free from pain.

Truth is...

no human is free from it.

It comes in waves

that rise from the oceanic tides,

splashing in angry bellows,

then rolling out leaving foam and shells and other debris behind.

Hurt comes,

but

in the same tension

so

does healing.

It just seems we notice the pain more,

feel it deeper and more intensely.

I'd love

for one moment,

to really experience the wonder of life,

of joy,

of peace,

in the same manner I feel my pain.

Perhaps if I'd train myself to

do just that,

stay present in all the moments,

then perhaps,

I'd learn to feel it all on a deeper experiential realm.

When we were in the ER, I felt a rage,

wanting my child to come first.

I could feel the tension of the staff

moving in tiny frantic waves,

trying to care on a personal level for each child.

They did a really good job at doing so,

but

I felt my selfish,

take care of my little corner of the world,

territorial mama lion

come out in me.

Most often I was controlled,

but I didn't want to be.

I listened as babies cried

in painful sobs

of

hurt.

I watched a child and her frantic parents be wheeled on a stretcher with paramedics attending her oxygen level and still I wanted mine taken care of first.

Interesting how sitting in a different chair,

with

a different view

can

teach me something about myself.

Usually,

I am empathetic to an unhealthy level,

I feel others pain,

sense their shift in vibrational energy

most often I'm tuned into the world.

But when

it's mine

my precious baby---

the world ceased

and

I could feel my frantic pace

protecting,

watching,

waiting

for relief to come.

We humans,

including myself,

are a mystery

filled with our

splashing emotions

whose colors and flavors change

as quickly as the tide changes.

Off Color daughter is feeling some better

and

as I sit here in my comfortable but dusty home,

I wonder

I think

of all the mom's and dad's out there

pacing,

waiting,

searching,

for help for their own pain

and

I send a prayer into the Universe--

for healing

for hope

for calmer tides

and

I

imagine,

the dark circles of worry

underneath the mom's eyes

who watches her Ethiopian children

and

sees their stomach swell from starvation,

I feel the tremble of mom's and dad's who

stand at their child's bedside

waiting for the tide to

bring them a miracle from somewhere unknown.

I can feel the emptiness and brokenness

of the parents who

search for their missing children

and

then

the

dark night of the soul

that

covers the entirety of those parents

standing at a casket,

a graveside,

a tombstone

mourning for moments they will never have

and

I pray.....

pray for the whole human race

offer up my energy

on this morning

for

hope

hope for whoever might need it

this Sabbath morning.

so if you do,

hold out your hands to the Universe and expect

what you need.

May all of you feel

the energy I have sent forth

and

may it bring each of you

a ripple

of

exactly what you need.

Blessings and Love to you,

The Radical Rambler

from the South!